To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To my rideo, to my rodeo
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo.
It was early in october-o
I hitched my team in order-o
To ride the hills of saludio
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo.
I pop my whip and i bring the blood
I make the leaders take the mud
We grab the wheels and we turn them around
One long pull and we're on hard ground.
When i got there the hills were steep
't would make any tender person weep
To hear me course and pop my whip
And see my oxen pull and slip.
When i get home i'll have revenge
I'll have my family, i'll have my friends
I'll say goodbye to the whip and line
And drive no more in the wintertime...